Talking Out Loud
The Casey Hoghupper Story
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This business dispute wasn’t going to rise to the level of Hollywood fame, but it would generate a few laughs among the Hollywood Division coppers who respond to calls there on a regular basis. Fletcher Wagner was the reporting person who called the police. He was a balding, overweight middle-aged man who identified himself as a movie producer who was doing location scouting for his next movie. When Casey and Grant arrived at the motel, he was the one who unlocked the gate, letting them in. Standing next to his Mercedes-AMG C-Class Cabriolet convertible was Dollie Moses. On any given day you could find Dollie walking on Hollywood, Santa Monica, or Sunset Boulevard looking for johns. The first thing Casey noticed was that Dollie had her right hand handcuffed to the steering wheel of Wagner’s Mercedes. It wasn’t Wagner that handcuffed her to the steering wheel, but it was Dollie herself. It was to keep Wagner from leaving before he skipped out on her for services rendered. All Wagner wanted was for Casey or Grant to unlock the handcuffs with their own keys and give him time to drive away. Dollie did the dirty to Wagner for $100, or at least she tried. After thirty minutes and he couldn’t get it up, he offered her $10, and that’s when things went south. Dollie’s rates were $100 for a blowjob, twice what the other girls were charging. That’s because Dollie’s blowjob came with a guarantee. If she couldn’t get you off by the time she hummed the second stanza of the “Star-Spangled Banner” where it goes “and the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air,” she would only charge you $50. And that put Wagner short $40. Casey wasn’t sure who, if anyone, was going to be arrested and go to jail, but Grant reminded her that this was Hollywood, where people make deals every hour of the day. And since they were consenting adults, this was just what it looks like, your garden-variety business dispute. Grant uncuffed Dollie from Wagner’s steering wheel and then took Wagner aside for some good old-fashioned common sense counseling. “You know, Mr. Wagner, I’ve known Dollie for a long time,” Grant began. “She may look like just another cheap street hooker to you, but she has a pimp that looks out for her. I wouldn’t put it past her that after you leave she gives her pimp your car license number. I wouldn’t be surprised if she already took a peek in your wallet and she knows where you live. Don’t get me wrong. And I’ll tell you up front, I don’t agree with it, but the last thing we need here in Hollywood is another homicide statistic. The pimps in this town don’t like it when you take advantage of their girls. After they get finished working her over, you can expect to be next. I’d like to log this as business dispute settled.” Five minutes later, Casey and Grant watched as Dollie walked off with her purse and shoes in one hand while stuffing $50 in her bra top.
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Casey Hoghupper, a six-year veteran police officer working LAPD’s Seventy-Seventh Division has a secret. She has a guardian angel that no one else can see or hear but her. The problem is the other officers in her division only see her “talking out loud” when no one else is present. Question: Is the stress of the job causing her to lose her mind? The captain of her division, along with city psychologist Althea Bianchi are tasked with finding out if she is still fit to “protect and to serve” the citizens of Los Angeles. Evaluating Casey Hoghupper wouldn’t be easy for Dr. Bianchi since Casey herself has earned a BA degree in psychology from renowned Vassar College in Poughkeepsie, New York. The two would go head-to-head during their office visit, and later after spending only one night as an observer during Hoghupper’s Watch-3 shift. Dr. Bianchi becomes even more convinced that she should be relieved of her police powers and retired to civilian life. Aside from several appearances by her guardian angel, Casey’s demeanor as a police officer has always been completely above board, professional, and by the book. And thanks to Seventy-Seventh Division captain Howard Carver, Dr. Bianchi would end up more or less falling on her own sword. In an effort to escape some of the stigma given to her by her fellow police officers, Casey puts in for a transfer to another division, and soon finds herself working Hollywood Division. Hollywood is the place elitists like to refer to as the “entertainment capital of the world,” but to the Hollywood coppers who work there, it’s the land of “fruits and nuts.” Casey realizes that whoever coined the phrase “being a cop in LA is like having a ringside seat to the greatest show on earth” was on point. But now, working Hollywood Division, it was time to “send in the clowns.” After another visit from her guardian angel, Casey Hoghupper thwarts the mass murder of over twenty people who were staying at the Hollywood Gay Dream Motel on a chilly Christmas Eve. Her quick actions made it possible for all the guests to flee the motel just minutes before it is leveled and burned to the ground by a murderer’s homemade bomb. Casey Hoghupper teams up with Det. Marrisa Ortega, and together they go on the hunt to track down the suspect who planted the bomb, if for no other reason than to hide the murder of the man named John Smith in room 12. This story will have you crying, laughing, and rooting for cops who have to deal not only with the Hollywood eccentrics, but the streetwise criminals and those within the LAPD’s ivory tower.